Monday, January 30, 2017

POEM: "Spend ten minutes"

"Spend ten minutes"

Spend ten minuteswriting a poem, easy breezeand palm trees, everyword comes naturallylike a posse of catsor a plaintive songwearing silk pyjamashurtling through the jungleand what have I gota cartoon finisha deck of cardsthese aces high as always.

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Born in New York, he lived in many countries until Australia finally took him in. He is currently a Foreign Expert EFL teacher in China. There were some extreme sports once; now he plays (mostly) respectable chess and pool. He listens to the Grateful Dead. He claims he can read Shakespeare in the original. Some days he thinks there is nothing easy about the Tao.